They say that the heirs of Ruth will eat their dead enemies, and I tell you that this is utter nonsense, Koraks. ”

Horus said in a serious and earnest tone, and he gushed on.

This is pure rumor, which is tantamount to slander. I don't even know where this ridiculously ridiculous rumor came from. Perhaps it was because some mortals did not understand the savagery of the wolves during the battle, so they weaved these words after the war. There is no shortage of such terrible stories in the Empire, which is why I have been vigorously promoting the system of narrators. ”

"I want every company in my regiment to have a narrator. Mortals cannot understand us because they cannot walk with us. But these narrators, with their permission, can come among us, record our true faces, and send them back to mortals, so what barrier is there? ”

The Kosonian exhaled in satisfaction, the smile on his cheek sincere and natural. Colus Koraks, who was sitting across from him, was not very excited.

His black hair hung down in front of his forehead, and his pair of jet-black agate-colored eyes were more of an unmoved indifference than the color of thought.

Horus sighed inwardly.

The conversation had been going on for more than an hour, and he had introduced Corax to many of the Primitives and their legions, while his younger brother had never been too interested.

Don't get me wrong, Corus Corax was listening to Horus carefully, but he rarely spoke and spoke only a handful of times. Moreover, there is not much recognition in his eyes.

Especially when Horus talks about the difference between mortals, Astartes, and even the genetic protogens, this indifference almost develops into an antipathy. Naturally, Horus didn't understand why his brother was like this, but he wasn't going to ask now.

It's a long time coming.

He thought about it and began to think about what to choose for his next topic.

It seemed that the conversation between St. Giles and Caryl Lohals was not over yet, and he had to do his best to stabilize the situation before they came out of the back room. Moreover, the departure of the emperor is also a problem.

Of course, Horus didn't know what his father was going to do, but it must have been so important that the Emperor even stopped talking to Corax for a while.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance up at Corax.

The latter's skin was now as dazzling as alabaster in the light, showing a warm texture and translucent texture, and Horus could almost see his brother's blue veins through his skin.

This kind of heterogeneous appearance is rare in mortals, but it is hardly worth mentioning in primordials.

Horus was amused by his thoughts.

He shook his head, sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, and deliberately said in a deep, gruff voice, "You're all like that, Corax. ”

"Huh?"

The alabaster statue looked at it suspiciously, it was the first time he had shown such emotional exposure.

"Nothing. I was just stumbling up on my own mediocrity for a moment. Horus said half-jokingly. You see, St. Giles has wings, and Leon El Johnson looks as majestic as a lion, and so do you, you have a kind of . Peculiar beauty. What about me? ”

Corax didn't speak, just silently cast his gaze on the top of Horus's head.

The Kosonians were slightly stunned, and then burst out laughing.

"I thought you didn't have a sense of humor, man." After laughing, Horus said gently. "Looks like I was wrong."

"I have." Colax said. "It's just that I don't use it very often, and using a sense of humor to tell jokes or play tricks on others is a dangerous act in my world. Most of the time."

He lowered his head and shook his head in an almost contemplative stance. Horus, however, was excited.

He had finally succeeded in getting Colus Corax to open up the conversation, which was not easy. However, it was difficult at first, and now that he had made it this far, there was nothing that could stop him from establishing a good relationship with Corax.

"How's it going most of the time, brother?" Horus asked a little impatiently.

"Hmm"

Corax didn't begin to confide in him as he thought. He simply kicked off the silence in a dull nasal voice, and resumed the narrative after a full dozen seconds.

In Horus's senses, this period of time was as long as hours.

"I don't know what to tell you about it." After the silence, the black-eyed primordial spoke with a slight hesitation. "It doesn't really deserve to be told here."

Horus frowned uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt that his brother's voice sounded so sad that it was a little annoying at the moment, and this attitude made people want to grab his shoulder and shake it a few times.

However, Horus still suppressed this nameless fire. He even took a few seconds to sort out his mood, chose a new topic, and decided to talk about it in a lighter tone.

He had to communicate with Corax today, he wanted to find out what was at work in his brother's heart that made him so depressed during this moment of brotherly conversation.

However, Horus did not get this opportunity.

The door to the inner room opened, and with the sound of machinery, two giants stepped out of it.

St. Giles still had the bright red tears on his face, which spread from under his eyes to his chin. It's faded, but it's still catchable at a glance.

The contrast between St. Giles' complexion and the tear stain is as obvious as the blade of a sword resting across someone's neck, and it's hard not to notice it.

Horus quickly tossed aside what he had been preoccupied, and he glanced at the angel with a worried face. St. Giles smiled at him, and at this moment, the angel was acting as usual again.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Horus." Carlil spoke. His voice was rather flat, as natural as if nothing had happened just now. "And this one. Corus Corax? ”

The alabaster statue nodded silently, and Horus inevitably noticed that Corax was looking a little strange at the moment.

"It's great to see a new Primordial return to the Empire." Carlil's voice softened. "Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Allow me to tell you my name. My name is Karil Lohals and I'm from Nostramo. ”

"You, too—"

Corax glanced quickly at St. Giles, or rather, at the wings behind the angel, to be precise. His voice was as soft as Carlil's, but his words were clearer.

"—one of us?"

"No, I'm not."

"But you're tall."

"My height is one of a kind. The phenomenon of acquired growth under the influence of psionic energy is rare, in fact, I think I am probably the only example in the whole galaxy. Carlil said thoughtfully.

In order to achieve the goal of complete explanation, he even had to invent a strange phrase on the spot. Fortunately, the subject of his interpretation was quick to understand the meaning of the word.

Corax nodded, no longer answering. At this moment, his attention was temporarily diverted to another matter.

St. Giles raised an eyebrow and gently shook his folded wings. He didn't feel offended, and he had even become accustomed to it.

The angel smiled softly and opened his mouth in a pleasant voice: "My name is St. Giles, brother. ”

"Your Wings"

"It's true." St. Giles said. "Still, I gotta tell you, they're really bulky."

"Can it make you fly?"

"Yes." The angel replied patiently.

Unconsciously, he used a kind of patience that an older person has with his juniors.

If the elder brother of an ordinary family faces the younger brother, of course there is no problem in doing so, but they are genetic prototypes after all. Horus, who was watching from the sidelines, involuntarily sweated for St. Giles.

In the impression of the Kosonians, all the original beings have a strong sense of self-esteem. Even those who seem to be the most distracted will argue with anyone who tries to voice their opinion in an area that they are good at.

However, Koraks was not angry.

"Thank you for your answer." Alabaster statue said. "In the past, when we started an uprising, we always wanted to be helped by air power. The sky is a place that most people don't look up to, and I often think that if I could fly, maybe I could save more people from bloodshed in battle. ”

St. Giles's expression became serious.

What Corax said was in line with some of his beliefs - by now, the Blood Angels had been freed from their brutal and cruel darkness. However, before they became the Blood Angels, they were monsters known as the Ghouls.

Machado the Palm Seal even bluntly referred to the Ninth Legion as the 'Ghost Legion'. This is not so much a contempt or contempt, but more of a clear description of the state of fact.

At that time, the Ninth Legion would even be ostracized by other Imperial forces, and even the logistics staff would be reluctant to provide them with weapons, which was inseparable from the ghouls' past style.

The wars they fought were bloody and atrocious, depraved and evil. In order to completely reverse this situation, St. Giles spent a lot of energy.

He was even willing to spend years teaching ghouls how to reclaim a planet without bloodshed.

The angel never shied away from bloodshed and sacrifice, but he wanted it to be as few as possible.

The less, the better.

"That's true." St. Giles approached Corax and held out his right hand to him. "But it is impossible to fight without bloodshed, what do you think, brother?"

Koraks nodded slightly, a smile fleeting across his face. He held out his hand and shook St. Giles' hand without much hesitation. Horus watched the scene silently, his expression a little complicated, but he didn't say anything.

Standing at their side, Carlil took in everything and didn't make any comments. He lowered his head slightly, a blue glow in his eyes that no one knew.

——

"Recruits?"

Sevita's musings were interrupted by an elegant and pleasant voice, and he looked up to see a handsome face. Sevita swept the blue eyes and nodded quietly.

"Your instructor only brought one recruit aboard the Emperor Dream?" Another asked, his voice very low and his words so heavy that it looked like a hammer beating an anvil.

Sevita narrowed his eyes, he restrained his meanness, and nodded to the man with a normal smile: "I've not been in the army for a long time, cousin, but I'm not a recruit. ”

"I beg your pardon Phacus, brother." The man who spoke first said sincerely. "He's always been like that, he's not very good at talking to people, but he's not belittling you. Actually, the two of us are just a little curious about you. You look a little too young. ”

Sevita raised her hand and touched her face, finally holding it back. He bared his teeth and showed the nightblades' usual smile to the man at an angle, "According to you, I'm going to have to scratch myself a few scars?" ”

The man smiled.

"Okay." He shook his head with a slight regret. "My name is Azcaron, and I'm from the Holy Blood Angel. This is Farkus Kebo, from the Shadowmoon Wolf. ”

"I have admired the daimyo for a long time." Sevita said insincerely. "It's a real flattering thing for my little recruit to stand with these two guys. Oh, I think I forgot to introduce myself? My name is Yago Sevitaleon, and I'm from Midnight Blade. ”

The Holy Blood Angel and the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf glanced at each other.

"How?" Sevita raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Just a little surprised." Azcaron laughed again. "The style of the Eighth Legion has been perfectly inherited by you, Lord Sevitalyon. You have always been like this, you are cruel and ruthless in tactics, and you will never spare anyone in your daily life. ”

Farkus Kebo nodded, and in a muffled voice he brought up someone who hadn't shown up.

"It's like Adebiman Barsley. He was lying on a stretcher, almost choking on his own blood, but he was still able to insult your enemies with many curses and foul language in one breath. ”

He looked at Sevita, his gaze flat until a little sharp, but his speech was slow.

"Is he still alive?" Fakus Kebo asked.

Sevita was silent, unsure whether he should tell the truth or not—in other words, he didn't know if Fakus Caybo would be happy to see Adebeeman alive or wish he were dead.

"What do you think?" After a few seconds of silence, Sevita fluffed the ball back.

"My sanity tells me he can't die." Fakus Kebo said. "He's a stubble"

"That's a new way of saying it, stubble?"

"Gang words." Fakus explained calmly. "So, Savitarion, is he still alive?"

"He is alive and well, and now he is the adjutant of the 3rd Company."

"Thank you for your answer." Fakus nodded. "If you have the chance, please tell him that Farkus Kaibo of the Shadow Moon Wolf wants to continue his old friendship."

"I will." Sevita said.

He couldn't help but ask himself: What is the matter with these veterans? How can they all provoke people from other legions like this? Logically speaking, didn't they always act alone at that time?

"So—" Azcaron picked up. "—That's the end of the chat. His Excellency Sevita Leone. ”

"Huh?"

The Angel of the Holy Blood gestured solemnly to him, "You might want to stand a little straighter." ”

His words were very tactful and confusing, but Sevita immediately changed his stance, and he immediately straightened his back, and naturally assumed a sharp posture like a saber. Immediately after, a dense sound of footsteps came from the vast hallway of the Imperial Dream.

Sevita stared intently, a cluster of sparkling gold shining on his retina.

The Nostramo people felt pain in their eye membranes for a moment - dozens of seconds later, with the arrival of the gold-armored guards, the three Astartes standing in front of the door of the conference room all gave up their positions and lowered their heads, showing extremely obvious respect.

There were no fools in the room, and everyone knew what it meant to see so many Praetorian troops working together on the Emperor's Dream. Sevita held his breath, his head down, and felt a shiver in his exposed skin.

The armor of the forbidden army collided with each other, but no one spoke. A footstep sounded behind them, advancing and going, each step weighing heavily on Sevita's two hearts.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth unconsciously, and the footsteps finally stopped at this moment.

"Look up." A voice said. "You don't have to be so restrained all the time, what's the matter with a warrior with his head down?"

Sevita looked up quickly, he didn't need to turn his head to know where the other two were moving—they were looking up faster than he was.

His retina captured a giant of giants a thousandth of a second later, and he was undoubtedly taller and more dazzling than the original genotype.

A majesty far greater than perfect surged across his face, and even though it was so majestic, Sevita felt a gentleness from his gaze that shouldn't have appeared. He opened his mouth in amazement, trying to say something, and the man nodded to them before he did.

"Azcaron, Farkus Kaibo, and you. Yago Sevitalyon. ”

"You know my name?!" Sevita heard a voice of shock and surprise coming from Azcaron, who had always been at ease.

"Why shouldn't I know?" The emperor said, he seemed to be laughing, but he didn't. Then he turned his head and called another name.

"Pull." He spoke flatly, and with a syllable, a simple movement, he blossomed with supreme majesty, making one unconsciously try to obey.

Sevita almost changed his name on the spot, but he was still a little sane, and he knew that the voice wasn't calling him. A forbidden soldier walked out from behind the emperor, red tassels fluttering above his head. He looked at his sovereign, silently awaiting orders.

"Take these three warriors to the rest room and let them rest for a while. I'm going to spend quite a bit of time with my son and friends, and I don't want them to waste their energy here. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sevita and the other two followed the Praetorian out of the place, his fingers trembling as he passed the Lord of Humanity. Behind him, the Emperor's gaze was distant and meaningful, but it didn't last long.

The ship's owner quickly withdrew his gaze, pushed open the door and entered the conference room.

One night, one night with a low-grade fever, and the efficiency was very low.

I can't sleep for too long during the day, so go back to sleep now, and wake up to make up for the rest. I calculated, I owe 10,000 yesterday, and today it is 6K, plus 16,000, which means that there is still 10,000 short.

I hope I'm done.

(End of chapter)